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THE RULES then, short and sweet:

Summertime

Go away.

I Loves You, Peng

Go even further away.

It Ain't Necessarily So

{***sigh***} If you’re still reading this, you’re still too close. But if you insist, PAY ATTENTION!, or go away.

My Man is Gone Now

This is the Peng Challenge. Challenge someone SPECIFIC, just make sure it’s not Peng. Try a newbie SSN such as yourself, not a Knigget or an Old One. If you don’t know what a SSN, Knigget, or Old One is, go away.

Boo, You Is My Woman Now

The key word being CHALLENGE, sound off like you have inherited a pair from someone other than your pet hamster. If you can’t manage this, go away.

I got Plenty o' Nuttin'

Do not sound off about your pair. Try to act like you have a modicum of wit, style and panache OR Half of a Brain. If you won’t keep this thought in your Half of a Brain, we will boot it to the other Half, and you will go away.

There's A Boat Dat's Leavin' Soon For New York

If you have any questions at all, post absolutely NOTHING! We will get back to you at our earliest inconvenience. And go away (are you starting to see a trend here?).

And the SSN's pass by singing, trying to figure out what Opera they're in...

[ August 22, 2003, 11:37 AM: Message edited by: Lars ]

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Lars,

Just wanted to thank you for casting me as the ingenue in your little passion play for the insane. I can only figure that it's because of the manly way I pummeled you in our latest battle. 77 to 23, or something like that? Yes, I know. You would have won handily had you been wearing your own dance belt instead of dalem's, but there you have it.

What's next from you? A medley of tunes from "The Roar of the Grease Paint, the Smell of the Crowd"?

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Boo, you is my woman now,

you is, you is!

An' you mus' laugh an' sing an' dance

for two instead of one.

Want no wrinkle on yo' brow,

Nohow,

Because de sorrow of de past is all done done

Oh, Boo, my Boo!

Mornin' time an' evenin' time an'

summer time an' winter time.

Boo, you got yo' man.

Boo, you is my woman now and forever.

Dis life is jes' begun,

Boo, we two is one

Now an' forever.

Oh, Boo, don't min' dose women.

You got yo' Porgy.

I knows you means it,

I seen it in yo' eyes, Boo.

We'll go swingin'

Through de years a-singin'.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Gads, I'm going to be laughing about that one all day. It works on so many levels...

[ August 22, 2003, 12:59 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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Originally posted by Boo_Radley:

Lars,

Just wanted to thank you for casting me as the ingenue in your little passion play for the insane. I can only figure that it's because of the manly way I pummeled you in our latest battle. 77 to 23, or something like that? Yes, I know. You would have won handily had you been wearing your own dance belt instead of dalem's, but there you have it.

What's next from you? A medley of tunes from "The Roar of the Grease Paint, the Smell of the Crowd"?

Hmm, could work something along those lines...

Now if there's a smile on my face

It's only there trying to fool the public

But when it comes down to fooling you

Now Boo that's quite a different subject

But don't let my glad expression

Give you the wrong impression

Cos really I'm sad, Oh I'm sadder than sad

Well I'm hurt and I want you to die so bad

Like a clown I appear to be glad ooh yeah

Well they're some sad things known to man

But ain't too much sadder than

The tears of a clown when there's a flame T-34 around

Oh burn, baby baby, oh burn baby baby

Now if I appear to be carefree

It's only to camouflage my sadness

And Boo to shield my pride I try

To cover this hurt with a show of gladness

But don't let my show convince you

That I've been happy since you freakin cheated

Cos I need to, oh I need you die so

Look I'm hurt and I want you to know

For others I put on a show

Well they're some sad things known to man

But ain't too much sadder than

The tears of a clown when there's a flame T-34 around

Oh burn, baby baby, oh burn baby baby

Just like Pagliacci did

I try to keep my surface hid

Smiling in the crowd I try

But in a lonely room I cry

The tears of a clown

When there's no one around, oh yeah, burn baby burn

Now if there's a smile on my face

Don't let my glad expression

Give you the wrong impression

Don't let this smile I wear

Make you think that I don't care

Cos really I'm sad...

Gamey sod, who knew the Russki's had flametanks?

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

Ohmigawd ... Seanachai's bored again and is trolling upon the outerboard!

Joe

I am not! After the Reinald and Doggie idiocy, I am doing my part to reassure a doubtless nervous and stressed community that there are not huge numbers of neo-Nazis posting along side them.

Very public-spirited, I'd say.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo, you is my woman now,

you is, you is!

An' you mus' laugh an' sing an' dance

for two instead of one.

Want no wrinkle on yo' brow,

Nohow,

Because de sorrow of de past is all done done

Oh, Boo, my Boo!

Mornin' time an' evenin' time an'

summer time an' winter time.

Boo, you got yo' man.

Boo, you is my woman now and forever.

Dis life is jes' begun,

Boo, we two is one

Now an' forever.

Oh, Boo, don't min' dose women.

You got yo' Porgy.

I knows you means it,

I seen it in yo' eyes, Boo.

We'll go swingin'

Through de years a-singin'.

I wet my pants reading this. Just hilarious. Oh, aren't you Pengers a fine lot of chaps.
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Gads, I'm going to be laughing about that one all day. It works on so many levels...

Yeah, keep it up, Laughing Boy. You'll get yours. Not sure when or how or why or who...well, I know who. Who is fairly self evident. Why is pretty straight forward, too. Admittedly, the how and when are up for grabs, but I'll be thinking about them quite a lot. And you, too.

Be uncomfortable, Seanachai. Be very, very, very uncomfortable.

I'm the monster under your bed, Olde Man.

So watch where you put your slippers, that's all I'm saying.

And do something about all these "art magazines" you've got stacked up under here, OK? There's just something not right about them.

...oooh, look! Britt Ekland!

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

Ohmigawd ... Seanachai's bored again and is trolling upon the outerboard!

Joe

I am not! After the Reinald and Doggie idiocy, I am doing my part to reassure a doubtless nervous and stressed community that there are not huge numbers of neo-Nazis posting along side them.

Very public-spirited, I'd say. </font>

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Originally posted by Boo_Radley:

I'm the monster under your bed, Olde Man.
When my son was small I used to tell him that under his bed was the Sabre-toothed Dust Kitty , and it was there to bite the toes of nose-pickers. Gee Boo I wish I knew you back then.
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo, you is my woman now,

you is, you is!

An' you mus' laugh an' sing an' dance

for two instead of one.

Want no wrinkle on yo' brow,

Nohow,

Because de sorrow of de past is all done done

Oh, Boo, my Boo!

Mornin' time an' evenin' time an'

summer time an' winter time.

Boo, you got yo' man.

Boo, you is my woman now and forever.

Dis life is jes' begun,

Boo, we two is one

Now an' forever.

Oh, Boo, don't min' dose women.

You got yo' Porgy.

I knows you means it,

I seen it in yo' eyes, Boo.

We'll go swingin'

Through de years a-singin'.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Gads, I'm going to be laughing about that one all day. It works on so many levels...

ÜberGnome....You and Boo do make a cute couple....and when you put your red pointy hat on and your pointy platform shoes....you two are almost the same height.

Persephone

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Originally posted by Nidan1:

Originally posted by Boo_Radley:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr /> I'm the monster under your bed, Olde Man.

When my son was small I used to tell him that under his bed was the Sabre-toothed Dust Kitty , and it was there to bite the toes of nose-pickers. Gee Boo I wish I knew you back then. </font>
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